Review: You Can Buy Happiness (and It’s Cheap) How One Woman Radically Simplified Her Life and How You Can Too by Tammy Strobel

I recently ordered and picked up Tammy Strobel’s book “You Can Buy Happiness (and It’s Cheap).” I have been following this blogger on Twitter for a while, and it is really fun to read her posts. I researched her book, and it really appealed to me. I am not the type of person who usually pre-orders books. Instead, I generally walk into a bookstore, browse for hours, daydream, and pick up whatever strikes my fancy. This one has been on my radar for a while now though, and after not being able to find it during the occasional browse, I am glad that I went to the bookstore in Ballard and ordered it. Very happy with my choice.

Strobel on the back of the cover with her tiny house

Strobel on the back of the cover with her tiny house

This book is fun- it is about Strobel’s journey towards simplifying her life. She and her partner end up selling their cars and moving into a custom-made Tiny Houses to get rid of debt and get rid of the “stuff” that inhibited her before. If you have not read about the Tiny House Movement yet, you should check it out- it is pretty awesome. I like Strobel’s home a lot because it is portable. What is better than being able to take your cozy home with you everywhere and explore the world?

Pretty, huh?

Pretty cover, huh?

As someone who is really interested in conservation and improving my life, and of course, getting rid of my student debt, this book was very interesting to me. I enjoyed Strobel’s stories about downsizing, which took a long time, and have been inspired to get rid of some “stuff” of my own after reading her testimony.

The book was much better written than I was expecting, and was the best blog-to-book I have read. Ever. Strobel is an impressive writer, and the book was much more informative and interesting than I was expecting. Her tone is relatable and approachable—at various points throughout the text, she invents new compound blended words by infusing the word “super” with another word. I found this superendearing.

Relationships, not things. Yes, I am one of those people who corners the pages ;)

Relationships, not things. Yes, I am one of those people who corners the pages ;)

Her stories echo Portland culture, so if you enjoy that city, you are in for an extra treat. I would recommend this book, especially in light of the stress in the Western Hemisphere. When people are working more and more hours just to stay afloat (including me), this book will help you re-examine what is really vital to your happiness and inspire you to make small changes to improve your life and regain a sense of freedom.

Rating: 5/5 stars for the self-help/ blog-to-book genre

Recommendation: Read with coffee and/or chocolate. She mentions these two things pretty frequently during the text, which makes one want to get up with the sunrise, make a strong pour over, and write.

If you have read this too, I’d love to hear what you thought of it!

Cheers,

Miss E

Gender Wars?

A lot of people I know have been saying this lately, but I will say it too—Thank You Frank Bruni. He wrote a wonderfully apt Op Ed in the New York Times about sexism, titled “Sexism’s Puzzling Stamina.” Great way of putting it Bruni. The phenomenon of women being targeted constantly, despite the hard work many people have taken to educate our current generations is quite puzzling. Why aren’t we learning? Why is gender inequality so pervasive?

I have been wondering this for a while, but the frustration has been building far more than usual this past week, partially because of a recent post I read where a blogger I follow was threatened and abused by mostly male dissenters because she stated that a video game console did not have more female representation. Although I am a nerd, I am not a gamer. However, reading through the responses she received was disturbing and infuriating.

You can read her post here or on my Facebook.Still silencing women

Why such an extreme and anti-female reaction from X-Box’s male users? Bruni seems to address this in his piece- perhaps we are going backwards in terms of acceptance. It is frustrating that there is such a hatred of anybody that speaks up on behalf of women, or even just against patriarchy.

The anxiety and anti-feminism featured in this twitter feed is not a figment of the imagination. It still makes people uncomfortable when sexism is called by its name. Most of these harassers were men, but many women support anti-feminist viewpoints. This is evident to me even more after starting this blog, partially because every time I write a blog post about feminism, chauvinism, or sexism, I lose blog followers. My followers are definitely important to me, but saying things I think people need to hear is worth the loss.

I would prefer to discuss positive experiences. However, there are some issues that I cannot ignore. The fact that the critical research I do about gendered rhetoric, heteronormativity, and stereotypes is still controversial to discuss is both surprising and frustrating.

Unfortunately, on most popular internet sites, my experience has been that the majority of users are generally white males who may get offended when a person with a different experience says something that threatens their worldview. The entitlement that oozes from abusive (usually male) postings is probably the most shocking part. Why anyone thinks they have the right to be the ruling class and get whatever they want no matter who they have to push over to get it an outlook I just don’t understand.

Perhaps when one has had no tangible consequences from negative actions, or had the majority gang up on them before, there is no impetus to change behavior. ***People–and especially men– of the internet supporting the status quo and proving us dissenters right that stuff is messed up – I dare you to prove us all wrong through your actions. I challenge you to do better to accept others and care about your fellow humans, to stand up to bullies, and to question your own privilege.

I’m curious to get your feedback on this topic. Have you been internet bullied before? Do you think that people are more willing to harass online than they are in person, or do you think it’s about the same?

P.S. There is a really apt article from an organization in Montana called NCBI outlining strategies for responding to disagreements on the internet appropriately. It is worth a read, and may help you pick your battles better in your own interactions on the internet. The sooner we learn to be polite and accepting (and not harassing) to each other online and in person, the better. Let me know what you think, and feel free to share any other resources below.

All best,

Miss E

Gendered Toys

I just read an article in the Huff Post comparing toys from the 1970′s to toys of today.The slideshow from the Huff Post just makes me sad- they totally distorted a few of my favorite childhood characters- the My Little Pony does not look like a Pony, but a creepy/cutesy pony alien. As if we didn’t have enough gendered marketing shoved down our throats, toys are becoming more and more gender oriented.

Whereas the toys from the 70′s are pretty color-neutral and could be used for both genders pretty evenly, the same brand and character of modern toys today seem grotesquely over-gendered. The article cites the feminist movement as the cause of this gender neutrality in the 70′s. My guess is that we should also take the recession of the 70′s and other economic factors into consideration as contributing.

Has anyone seen love actually? This one reminds me of the quote from Emma Thompson's character: "Now which doll shall we give Daisy's little friend Emily? The one that looks like a transvestite or the one that looks like a dominatrix?"

Has anyone seen love actually? This one reminds me of the quote from Emma Thompson’s character: “Now which doll shall we give Daisy’s little friend Emily? The one that looks like a transvestite or the one that looks like a dominatrix?”

However, despite the fact that we are in yet another recession in the US, toy production has become increasingly more gendered. Actually, when you look at the images the Huffington Post shares in their article, they seem almost like farces because they are so extreme. In my opinion, many of these new designs should be used as examples whenever a student asks why we need to talk about gender or feminism or equality or rhetoric, etc. Yes, this whole gender issue is still a thing, and it is not going away. In fact, if the Huffpost slideshow I just saw is any indication, it is possibly getting worse and worse in terms of the over-sexualization of the feminine.

Exhibit A: I started noticing this when my younger sister was growing up. A friend and I went to the store to look for her birthday present, and we noticed some Bratz dolls that had just been shipped in. I think we both just stared for a long time at their gigantic and creepy eyes, over-sexed outfits, basically non-existent noses and plastic-surgery collagen lips. I thought, nobody would like to present their child with this exaggerated bizarre looking demon doll. However, I must have been wrong because more and more toys are being produced in a dramatically gendered way. Bratz Doll Creepy

According to the Huffpost Article, these types of hyperbolic gender representations have become more and more prevalent. From a marketing standpoint, Bratz was onto something. We’ve all heard the phrase “sex sells,” but it is questionable to me that kids being targeted with “sexy” toys at a way younger age because of this gendered marketing. In addition, it makes me wonder if with the increase in oober-gendered toy production these images display, we may be sending branded messages to our kids about gender. These modern toys may tell our kids that to be beautiful, one has to A) follow the extreme beauty norms for their gender B). If female, look like one of the “Real Housewives.”

Real Housewives

Real Housewives of New Jersey- like Bratz dolls except with smaller heads and more conservative clothing

We’ve decided as a culture to purchase toys that enforce strict and unhealthy gender ideals onto kids for years- I am pretty sure most of us have encountered a Barbie or a Ken doll before, right? It is always up to parents to have the conversations about these gender issues with their kids and contextualize their toys for them, but with these types of trends, I wonder how much is up to the manufacturers and how much is up to the consumer.

Hope you enjoy your weekend and avoid getting abducted by a Bratz doll or other oober-gendered toy product.

Cheers,

Miss E

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Review: Truth Like the Sun, Jim Lynch

Hello readers! It is that time again for the blog where I share my thoughts on a reading experience. I have another review for you again.

I found this novel by author Jim Lynch in a Ballard bookstore (Secret Garden Books) unexpectedly. I went in to order another book from them, and was drawn to Lynch’s novel by the cover art of the Space Needle.

I read a large portion of the novel at Greenlake. The sun was even shining!

I read a large portion of the novel at Greenlake. The sun was even shining!

For those who don’t know, I currently reside in Seattle, and basically see the Space Needle on a daily basis during my work commute. It definitely stands out. Probably because it is really odd looking, and really tall. It has grown on me since I moved here though, and is probably one of the most interesting things to see in Seattle.

I usually don’t do too many negative reviews on LFP, but I also usually don’t waste time on books I don’t enjoy anymore. Life is too short.

I bought Lynch’s novel after opening it and quickly reading a section that actually jumps between two characters’ internal thoughts well. I figured if he could write that well, I should give his book a chance. I’m glad I did.

I made this with one of those Kaleidoscope apps when I was waiting for the bus one day.

I made this with one of those Kaleidoscope apps when I was waiting for the bus one day.

Truth Like the Sun explores an interesting relationship that develops between a young journalist new to the city and her object of study- an older Seattle-ite who has had a hand in the politics of Seattle for decades, but who is just now running for office as a senior. She is trying to find the dirt on him, but likes him as a person and character, and Lynch highlights both the awkwardness and the ethical dilemma for her as she tries to get the perfect story written.

Lynch did a really nice job of incorporating both historically accurate representations of the mood of Seattle during the creation of the Space Needle, as well as commentary through his characters of the modern city. As a non-local myself, I realized I was hungrily turning the pages to learn as much as possible about Seattle’s culture. Many of the facts were already apparent to me from the time I’ve spent here, but some of them resonated with me surprisingly.

One spot-on Seattle conversation echoed in book is how Seattle is a city full of transplants, and the hypocrisy of “locals” who are also transplants or their parents were transplants. It also shed light on the dirty cop history and problematized journalism.

It did all the above things while making me fall in love with the characters. They are just so darn human. Both Helen (the journalist) and Roger (the candidate) are kind of despicable in many ways. They are not portrayed as heroes, although Helen is incredibly smart and talented, while Roger is heart-warmingly innocent and charming.

But I love them. I am pretty bummed the book is over, but I plan to read more of Lynch’s writing- I was impressed. I’m also glad I got an autographed copy, since this is on my top 20 books list now. Truth Like the Sun Autograph

I would love to hear your thoughts if you are have read this novel and do not live in Seattle. It feels so place specific that it might be harder for someone to appreciate who has never been here- I don’t think I would love it quite as much without the experience of living here. Even without the sense of place, I firmly believe that the characters will make it worth your while, and that Lynch paints a complex and true picture of Seattle culture.

Rating: 4.5/5 stars. Read with a Gin and Tonic or other old fashioned drink, and at the Space Needle or Seattle Center if you live here too!

Let me know what you think!

Happy Reading,

Miss E

Street Harassment is Bullshit

Street harassment is totally lame.

I know men experience it occasionally, and I would love to hear your stories about it if you are male and experience street harassment, but I feel like it is a pretty gendered problem most of the time. And it’s starting to really piss me off, because it interferes with my ability to live my life peacefully and without fear.

For example, I was getting off the bus yesterday, and walked across the street. A car stopped to let me pass, so I walked in front of it and onto the sidewalk, waving a quick thanks. Just normal daily stuff.

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Then, the male driver starts yelling at me out his window. He blurts, “Hey beautiful! What’s your name? Don’t walk away! I want to hang out with you!”

I didn’t know how to respond, I just turned and glared at him for a second, then kept walking. Apparently he took that as a positive response to his behavior, because then he pulled his car over, got out of the car, and started coming towards me.

I continued walking away, and finally found words to try and dissuade him. “No, thanks.” “I have a boyfriend.” “Goodbye.”  All the usual things, all of which were inadequate- they didn’t seem forceful enough, but I was so freaked I just didn’t know what to do. Of course I thought of many angry or educational responses after the fact, but they didn’t come to me in the moment.
He followed me down the road a little bit, and continued to yell at me to try and get my attention. I kept walking, but was trying not to go too near my house so he wouldn’t know which one I lived in. It was really creepy, and now I wonder if he knows where my house is.

I walk down the sreet a whole hell of a lot, and I don't want to be worried.

I walk down the sreet a whole hell of a lot, and I don’t want to be worried.

I’m reaching out to you folks because I feel like everybody has something to contribute to this topic.

What are your experiences with street harassment? Is there anything that you have as an automated call back for dealing with these situations? I feel like a practiced response would be helpful.

Also, if you are one of those people who thinks that it is flattering to yell at someone about their physical appearance while they are trying to walk down a street, then f*** you too.

Best,
E

P.S. If you don’t know what Street Harassment is, check out this resource- Stop Street Harassment

I Love Your Human Shape

“When I was younger, I had dreams of making myself become anorexic.”

I heard a coworker yesterday say that to a series of understanding murmurs of “me too.” The other people participating in the conversation were all women. Her comment and the subsequent agreement from other female coworkers both resonated with me and disturbed me.

I know that I had a similar desire to make my body become more waif-like, more delicate while growing up, but not to the same extreme of many people I knew and read about.

In addition, I also wanted to be able to faint easily and to put myself in a position to be “rescued,” because that is what the beautiful women in movies and books seemed to do, and of course they were well-liked. I thought that if I was able to “achieve” those things, then everyone would like me, I would find my true love, have a big wedding in front of all of my adoring life fans, and basically live a heteronormative movie-esque fairy tale. I remember working out for hours a day in early high school in part to attempt this feat.

I just wonder how many other girls and boys were/are thinking,” when I grow up, I want to be someone I’m not so that people will like me more or I’ll be more through altering the way I look.” How many adults still feel that way? Considering the market for advertising revenue in body image and fitness, I’d guess quite a high percentage.

Body image analysis is not something I bring up frequently on Looking for Pemberley, because there are so many discussions about it already. Most are tired of the conversation.  However, that girl’s comment made me think that perhaps it was time again.

With the rhetoric of the 19th century discussed in my last post, men and women were opposite from each other in temperament, physiological, and utilitarian societal functions. They were seen to support each other and learn from the other in their opposite-ness, but traits were thought to not overlap.

Of course, that binary view was extreme, and there are always gender blurrings and overlaps. The result of this has been, from what I can see, a sense of shame for the parts of oneself that are not ideal or standard for their gender in the dominant ideology.

Even though people really have a mixture of both masculine and feminine traits within themselves, women often dislike or feel discomfort with the parts of themselves that are more “masculine,” while men often feel insecure about their “feminine” wiles, since they feel a perceived failure to match their physiological and social gender role.

Sad, right?

It is also disappointing that even with all of our innovation as a culture, the dominant ideology has perhaps become even more ingrained. Instead of being digested through posters, books, and magazines, we have also added the internet, television, radio, and many other forms of media to reinforce the marketing of gender norms.

Marketing geared towards both women and men is a bizarre double edged sword.  It assumes, “you want this, because you are XX or XY chromosome,” while at the same time suggesting that if you hadn’t thought that you wanted what is being sold to you yet, you may be a total social failure.  I mean, after all, the people in ads are happier than you are or will probably ever be, more beautiful (possibly as a result of airbrushing), more in shape, more healthy, have better teeth, and so on.

Remember when I talked about my love of the show Target Women? She does a fantastic job of exploring gendered marketing in a funny and approachable way. If not, here is another favorite example of one of Sarah Haskin’s clips: Target Women Jewelry.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be better, to push yourself to achieve your goals, or to take a second look at what your needs are. However, it is hard to escape feelings of inadequacies when faced with a constant bombardment of marketing. Disliking yourself is not a great motivator.

All marketing, but especially body-centered marketing plays on the insecurities of a gendered culture so well that we hardly even know what is being sold sometimes. Everyone wants to fit in, and many people want to be partnered. I’ll admit that I still want those things, just in a different way (thank goodness) than I did when I was younger.

It is important to take a close look at what we are consuming in terms of advertising. What is being sold to us? Is it sexiness, or is it happiness? Are they marketed as the same thing?

And as a culture, we buy it, whether we want to or not. Well, at least on some level.  I think that adolescents are the most susceptible to body image woes, just because at that time, having a partner or being attractive to someone often seems like the pinnacle of life.

This is my message to people who want to be anorexic after watching an advertisement with skinny people who look happy and smiling: the ads are clever, but you are too. Do what makes you feel right in your own skin- not what the magazines and advertisements are telling you to need. If you feel like you should get more in shape, then try exercising. But don’t hate yourself for not being the person on an ad on TV.

How does one find what they need, and tune out what everyone else is telling them to need? Here are 10 ideas that I thought of in the past year:

  1. Journal;
  2. Listen to your instincts;
  3. Love yourself and treat yourself well;
  4. Don’t compare yourself with models and movie-stars;
  5. Compare yourself with yourself, and set reasonable goals that you know are within your reach;
  6. Surround yourself with people who love you too;
  7. Argue back with the voices in your head from people who have criticized you or made you feel “less than;”
  8. Remember that you know more about yourself than others do. While it can be helpful to get other perspectives, at the end of the day, you live with your choices, and with your body. You are the only one who has to like yourself, and the sooner you know how to make yourself happy, the higher your level of contentedness, and the easier you are able to know what you really want out of life;
  9. If you want to wear a bikini, then you should wear one;
  10. If you don’t want to wear a bikini, don’t feel like you need to want one to be feminine, and certainly don’t feel you need to make yourself become anorexic to get into one.

    Human Shaped

    Human Shaped

You might also consider listening to the Incubus song When It Comes for inspiration on resisting what is being sold to you, and living your own life as freely as possible from false expectations.

Lyrics: It’s coming around again, they’re letting it out again. When it comes, it comes abrupt.

And it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile… for real.

Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.

Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy, NO! What I’m looking for, cannot be sold to me.

I wish they all would stop trying

cause’ what I want and what I need, is and will always be free.

It’s coming around again they’re letting it out again, again. It’s coming around again they’re letting it out again.

When it comes, it comes unannounced,

and it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.

Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit that’s being fed to me no more… cause’ now I’m full. Just when you thought it was safe to think in comes mental piracy!

What I’m looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying,

cause’ what I want and what I need is and will always be free.

Monsoon Season: Congratulations Jinx!

I wrote an article and a blog post last year featuring pictures and reviews from Le Faux, an amazing drag impersonation show in Seattle, WA. One of my favorite performers of the night was Jinx Monsoon, featured in the post “What Makes a Man a Man.”

Jinx had heart and was extremely versatile. Although I did not watch season 5 of RuPaul’s Drag Race, I heard from friends a few days ago that she had won! Yay Jinx! From what I saw last year, I’m not surprised.

Congratulations- you definitely deserve it!

To watch the crowning moment, you can see a clip here.

I also have an image to carry on the wordless Wednesday writing prompt, inspired by Le Faux:

Le Faux 7 lfp

Best,

Miss E

Street Art

The other day when I was at the bus stop, I saw the below image:Thieves

Bus Stop Street Art- Thieves

It is a tiny piece of street art where the bus schedule used to be- or at least one would assume; I have been taking that bus for 7 months or so now, and have never seen a schedule there.

The art did its job, so to speak. It made me think. The word “Thieves” is interesting. It could be giving commentary or warning on what happens at bus stops, in America, or in society as a whole. It is also plural, and there are only two people figured.

Perhaps not surprisingly for regular visitors, I read it as a commentary on gender. The masculine figure is active, running, and stealing a handbag. It reminds me of that infamous passage from Ruskin’s “On Queen’s Gardens:”

“He is eminently the doer, the creator, the discoverer, the defender.  His [...] energy for adventure, for war, and for conquest [...] But the woman’s power is for rule, not for battle–and her intellect is not for invention or creation, but for sweet ordering, arrangement, and decision” (37).

The woman in this street art, denoted by wearing a dress, is giving up by throwing her hands in the air. She is portrayed here as the receiver of action, as the helpless victim, and as unmoving- she is not turning to chase down the theif. She is just standing straight in one spot, in contrast to the masculine figure.

I am not sure the artist meant to do this. Perhaps they just thought the word thieves was a good word, or have an inside joke with their friends, but even if they didn’t intend for that Victorian gender message to come across, it is present.

For more information about Victorian Gender ideology, you may refer to this short post, read a really neat article in NINES by Leslie Haynsworth, or google more on the topic, of course.

Best,

Miss E

On Writing When You Don’t Feel Like It

Here is a more personal post than I usually write on Looking for Pemberley, but I thought it might be helpful to those of you dealing with constraints on your creative output, whether they be time constraints, personal constraints, or physical limitations.

Sometimes, I don’t feel like writing.

This rarely happens to me, but it still does happen. I enjoy writing and feel that it is one of the ways I can best enjoy my life. When I am traveling or learning something new and exciting, I itch for my notebook and pen to keep track of my thoughts. However, there are times when I feel like it might be physically or emotionally impossible for me to write.

Usually when I don’t feel like writing, it is because there is something difficult to face- I know that if I write it will just come out and I will have to look at the cold hard words of truth that I might not be quite ready for yet. Quite often, if I get writer’s block, it seems to be because writing is not the first priority in my life, which is a frustrating realization. Heck, even as a freelance writer, I barely had time for my own work yet I was writing all the time. looking for pemberley

There has been little time in the past month where my thoughts have not been occupied by pain. Since about the middle of March I have been really focusing on health treatments, trying intensive massage, acupuncture, dentistry, and physical therapy as well as at-home care to decrease my pain levels. It is hard to keep looking for Pemberley when everything I do seems to hurt, so I’ve decided to take intensive action and figure out what I can do to help improve my quality of life.

Yesterday, I had meeting with a chiropractor. I have chronic neck pain and back pain that is sometimes pretty severe, stemming from a few different injuries and aggravated by constant sitting at work. She didn’t do any real adjustments, but she did do an hour long orthopedic exam to figure out where my nerve impingements are, how mobile I am, the way my spine is formed, and a myriad of other tests and measurements that I have never tried.

At one point during her test, she was grabbing different muscles to see the response from other muscles. Unfortunately, she pinched the ligaments in the front of my neck very firmly, without realizing just how tender they were. I briefly felt like I was going blind- I may never have experienced pain so acute in my life.

After at least 10 minutes of unabashed sobbing, we continued with the assessment. I ended up being able to leave the office feeling less emotionally hungover than I anticipated but still exhausted and counting it as a survivalist win.

I had big writing plans yesterday. I wanted to post to the blog. I wanted to pick out some writing songs for the facebook page. I also wanted to do some work on my poor neglected food blog before tutoring. However, that appointment had taken almost 2 hours.

I knew I didn’t have very much time to go to the coffee shop next door and write, and I was feeling pretty drained, sore, and brain-floaty. I felt like I should go home and sleep before working. However, I also had been neglecting my writing so much the past few weeks, I felt like I owed it to myself to write something. After all, I had brought my favorite journal with me and could feel the weight of it in my purse.

Yesterday, I wrote.

Coffee, or is it tea? from Zoka :)

It may have only been for 20 minutes instead of the hours that I had hoped for, but it was also some of the most interesting writing I have done in a long time. I am proud of it.

Instead of feeling more sore after I wrote, I felt less sore and more at peace with the day.

My advice?

If you don’t feel like writing, push through the resistance. Yesterday, it definitely took me about 5 minutes to get focused enough to get the flow down for what I ended up creating. After you keep going, you may feel one or all of the following:

  • A) a sense of renewed hope or a new outlook on a topic and/or situation;
  • B) relieved and accomplished;
  • C) that you’ve come home to yourself;
  • D) like that short amount of time you spent writing had the power to make time stop;
  • E) that you are a writer, because you are.

In my opinion, the possibility of at least one of those sentiments is definitely worth 10 minutes of my time.

I hope that you are doing well, and please feel free to share any insights you might have either via email or in the comments. I’d love to hear your stories and personal experiences in dealing with writer’s block or malaise or a major barrier to your writing and how you overcame it.

Best,

Miss E